He promised to be my dating coach.
I promised myself he can never know I've secretly fallen for him . . .
I've been in love with Danny Marlowe since high school.
It was a classic tale of the popular jock who doesn't know the nerdy, quiet girl exists. It would be less pathetic if I weren't still pining over him years later.
He's a professional hockey player. I'm a high school librarian. We don't exactly run in the same circles. Or we didn't until his best friend started dating my best friend.
I never thought he'd remember me. Or that I'd accidentally become Danny Marlowe's good luck charm.
We make a pact. I'll help him with his game-day superstition, and in return, he'll coach me through the dumpster fire otherwise known as my love life.
What starts as dating lessons quickly turns into pretend dates, stolen kisses, and a connection that neither of us saw coming.
I've been in love with Danny Marlowe since high school. And now that I finally have his attention, I'm not ready for our hot streak to end.
Tropes:
Second-chance romance
Childhood friends to lovers
Fake dating
Dating coach
